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Jennifer
“Hey, Blaire. Have you heard if Julian is still going to the game today?”
Blaire popped her head out of her room, dressed in her red Tacos uniform, her long black hair in a ponytail on the top of her head. “As far as I know. Thank God we do not have to have Chase Sinclair again as his replacement.”
“Bad?”
“I did not know hot boys could be that uncoordinated.”
I laughed. “Didn’t he play football?”
“Oh, he can run. But he cannot dribble or pass or shoot. He kept going offsides. I’m not sure he actually knew the rules.” Blaire shook her head. “A disgrace.”
“Huh. Okay.”
“Why? Problems in paradise?”
“No. I don’t think so. I mean, I hope not.” I flushed, thinking about the worst-case scenario of why Julian hadn’t returned any of my texts for almost twenty-four hours. “He ha
